Lemons
poem
When live gives her lemons she sighs at the heavens and says, "Why is life so unfair?"
But she straightens her dress and she cleans up her mess and she hops on the bus, pays her fare.
And if you were looking, she smiles and asks, "Could you bring me those scissors right there?"
And if you comply, you can just wave goodbye to that beautiful long mane of hair.